Have you ever heard of the saying, “There are signs all around us?” Of course we have, but how much merit to do we really put towards this saying…

Today started out like any other day, but it started to go down hill quickly by mid-morning. Lately I’ve been at a cross-road in my life. Both romantically and financially. My career as a writer is at a stand-still, but I’m keeping my head up; starting up a new book. This is always a journey…the ideas for the new story are in your head, but putting it down on paper, leads to somewhat of a challenge.

Needless to say, I was starting to doubt myself….I decided to get up and get some fresh air, when I saw something glistening on the floor in my office. I bent down to see what it was and picked it up. It was a pin. It read, “Make it happen.” Make it happen, I thought. How perfect!

I don’t know how this pin got there, but I took it as a sign. Don’t get frustrated with your current situation and give up, but make it happen!

Today I had a chance to walk down memory lane. I had the opportunity to remember my grandparents. Oh, how I miss them. I think of them everyday. But without the photographs, I would not be able to remember their smiling faces or would I be able to share them with my children. They would have been just a thought from my memory.

But now they are once again reliving in my mind and through my children’s minds.

Gently stirring, but not fully awake or even ready to wake up for the day, Jamie wondered. It was only five in the morning, but yet birds were up and singing. She didn’t only hear one soft melody, but an entire orchestra of magical music. It was simply amazing.

These little wonders in the world is what made life so precious, Jamie thought, yawning.

Happiness enveloped her, but not too soon. Just as quickly, she remembered. Her stomach grumbled. Her head ached. As quickly as the bliss had circuited her, it just as slowly began to disappear like a soft flowing breeze.

Like this:

We write to express ourselves.
We write to tell our personal stories.
We write because we are bored.
We write to teach others.
We write to help others.
We write because we want to be the next Stephanie Meyers.
We write because we don’t know what else to do.
We write because we are writers and that’s what writers do.